As someone who found therapy to be not enough and has been on SSRIs for close to a decade now, I was immediately drawn to this book of poems. While I am not bipolar, the terrain Erlichman navigates - particularly the grappling with the stigma of mental illness - felt very familiar nonetheless. The versatility/volatility of form and voice both makes sense and allows for elements of surprise as you turn the pages. I am drawn to letters-as-poems and poetry that nakedly expresses formative experiences, and we get a taste of that here alongside the descriptions of mental hospitals and side effects of the medication. When a friend tells the narrator, "No offense but personally I could never take drugs," I felt that. In the same line, the narrator is quick to point out how the friend is on birth control and her third cup of coffee already. This scene perfectly illustrates navigating a world that still plainly refuses to recognize the legitimacy of mental illness as an illness, and the book as whole articulates the difficulties connecting to that world.